Sexy Nerd has decided that he loves fishing. He gets up insanely early (4am!) on his days off and drives to the lake. He has been concerned about overdoing it. He doesn't want to turn into one of those husbands who is never around because he's always "gone fishing". Honestly, I don't mind one bit. He even caught a fish (which he said was too small, so he took a quick, humane photo of it, then threw it back - my kinda fisherman!)
There is, however, one thing about his new hobby that irks me. Actually, irks may be too light of a word. It grosses me out! I understand that the worms need to stay cool, I really do, but isn't there anywhere else they can go??
There is, however, one thing about his new hobby that irks me. Actually, irks may be too light of a word. It grosses me out! I understand that the worms need to stay cool, I really do, but isn't there anywhere else they can go??
Lately, I have paid extra-close attention whenever taking a container of yogurt or butter out of the fridge!